In the Blade

"What is our world like?"

Almost no one has seriously explored this matter. After all, this matter does not seem to be that important. Compared with this kind of nonsense, the fighting in front of them is obviously more important.

For a few steamed buns, for a few pieces of silver, for a future, or for a member of the opposite sex... People will fight for material things, for pursuits, for ideas, and even for no reason.

Endless fighting, no one can escape, this may be the reality of this world.

It's not that no one has seen this. Many people have seen it. Those strong people who have struggled out of the fighting, some are wise people with unique vision and can see the problem... But obviously, they have seen this layer, but they only see this layer.

"Almost no one has really thought about why they fight."

Wu Zhao, or Wenquxingjun, was muttering to himself at this time.

In the main hall of the Ten Thousand Star Alliance, Wenquxingjun was sitting on the main seat. He looked at the hall as if he had seen it for the first time. Such a magnificent palace, such a magnificent building, this is an impregnable fortress, a fortress that will stand forever. If it were placed in the mortal world, those so-called princes and nobles would have been beaten to a pulp.

However, for him now, it was just that.

It was just that he could create hundreds or thousands of such things with a wave of his hand. Naturally, he didn't need to fight for such trivial matters.

So, see the big from the small.

What else is really worth fighting for?

"Never."

Thinking of this, Wenquxingjun clenched his fists.

"Never, never."

Accompanying Wenquxingjun's words, one after another powerful people walked into the hall, their eyes were dull, and their bodies were more or less stained with ink.

And as they walked, the ink on their bodies gradually deepened.

Thick ink smudged their faces and blurred their features.

Until, they all turned into the appearance of Wenquxingjun.

One after another, Wenquxingjun lined up neatly in the hall, a black mass, two thousand, three thousand, five thousand, eight thousand... More and more Wenquxingjun walked into the hall and lined up in a neat team.

Until, the whole hall was filled with Wenquxingjun.

"There will be no more fighting in this world."

Wenquxingjun loosened his clenched fist.

The so-called peace must be maintained before fighting against foreign enemies, which is probably the case. As long as everyone becomes one person, there will naturally be no more disputes and fights - of course, there may be, but this kind of thing doesn't matter anymore, killing oneself is just a kind of self-iteration.

Can killing oneself really be called killing?

"Maybe... it still counts."

At this moment when the overall situation was settled, Wenquxingjun couldn't help but think of his past.

Wenquxingjun, Wenquxingjun, in this world where force is respected, such a powerful person should not appear. After all, there may be a wrong name, but there is definitely no wrong nickname. Being named Wenquxingjun means that he is not good at fighting.

He is really not good at fighting, and he has not been good at it since the beginning.

He was still very young and shy at that time. The dynasty at that time had absolute suppression power over the masters of evil spirits, and he also believed in the things taught by the gentlemen-at that time, he really felt that as long as he knew how to write, he could probably live a good life.

However, the appearance of a master of evil spirits changed everything.

The master of evil spirits was not actually that strong, and he didn't even touch the threshold of the release of evil spirits, but for a group of ordinary people who didn't even know what evil spirits were, he was still an irresistible absolute killing god-in order to let this master of evil spirits leave, the people in the town had offered all their property, and they just wanted to survive.

However, what they didn't expect was that what the master of evil spirits really needed was their lives.

That day, the master of evil spirit broke through the threshold and became the evil spirit outward. The only one who survived was a young man who was pressed in the pile of dead bodies.

It was on this day that the young man saw the truth of the world for the first time.

"It turns out, it turns out..."

It turns out that the books he read were just jokes. It turns out that the so-called peace is so fragile. It turns out that any master can kill everyone.

It turns out that he can't do anything with this ability.

If you are not strong enough, you will die. This is the truth of this world.

"Now think about it, it's nothing more than the coverage of will."

Recalling the past, the current Wenquxingjun couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

The so-called fighting is nothing more than the will of the strong annihilating the will of the weak, and the so-called strong will also be annihilated by the stronger... All the so-called disputes are just appearances. In essence, they are just extensions of will.

When the strong begin to wield their will and use their will to influence the so-called material world, the so-called weak are like candles in the wind. It is only a matter of time before they are blown out.

Just like Wenquxingjun, he had been blown out like those weaklings.

That was when he thought he had mastered some power. Although he failed to become a master of evil spirits at that time, he used various methods to win over a group of masters of evil spirits to work for him. At that time, he once thought that he had found some special methods, some methods that would allow him to do some things even if he did not become a master of evil spirits.

But unfortunately, facing the real power, his preparations were still meaningless.

The masters of evil spirits were killed, and he was killed with them. The humanoid monster called the Mighty destroyed everything with just one blow. He was crushed to ashes before he even had time to resist.

However, it was only his body that was crushed.

His will and his spirit were still roaring tenaciously.

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"

So, with this mentality, he killed one person after another. At that time, he didn't even think he was killing people. After all, he was like this. Those who were killed by him and them became like this, and naturally they could not be considered dead.

It was not until a long time later that he realized that he had actually become part of the evil spirit.

The evil spirit is not completely unconscious. The consciousness of the evil spirit is actually very clear, that is, the unwillingness of the dead to die and the jealousy of the living-why are you alive? Why are we dead? Why don't you let us live? Why don't you give us the body?

"The body... ha." Thinking of this memory, Wenquxingjun sighed.

All the external appearances are just a layer of shell. Anyone who uses this shell can survive and live in this chaotic world full of fighting... Then what is death? What is life? What is this world of theirs?

The current Wenquxingjun naturally understands everything, but he obviously didn't know this at the beginning. At that time, he couldn't even be regarded as having his own independent will, and the pursuit of killing filled his body and mind.

At that time, he was just a knife in the hands of the great man, or in other words, a piece of evil spirit on the knife.

There are many, many evil spirits like him.

But too much evil spirit is not necessarily a good thing. Even the strongest masters can get into trouble. The backlash of the evil spirit directly caused the great man to fall into chaos, and at the same time, it also gave the insignificant evil spirit an opportunity to change his fate.

There are countless cases of people who were killed turning into evil spirits.

But he was the first to recover his human body from an evil spirit.

He did not feel much joy after breaking free from the shackles. Instead, a life and death made him think more. It turned out that the great men would also encounter the backlash of evil spirits. It turned out that these so-called top masters were just like this.

It turned out that the so-called death was never a real death.

Then the so-called life was naturally not a real life.

So, on that day, an unknown great man disappeared, and was replaced by the weaker Wenquxingjun.

However, no matter how weak the great man is, he is still a great man. No one will take the initiative to find trouble with a great man. The temporary breathing time gave him the opportunity to master the power, but he did not have any idea of ​​tempering the power. Instead, he began to try to use the power at hand to explore the truth of this world.

Since death is not death, and life is not life, then what is real? What is going on in this world?

While everyone is pursuing power, Wenquxingjun is trying hard to explore all of this.

Since you want to understand life and death, you must experience life and death. Fortunately, after the first experience, Wenquxingjun no longer cares about life and death - he knows very well that he will not really die, especially after becoming a powerful person and knowing some secret methods circulated among powerful people, he is more skeptical about death itself.

And in the death again and again, Wenquxingjun finally glimpsed the truth he wanted.

Even if this truth is a little too unacceptable.

Death originally existed in this world, but death did not come to them. In that era not known how long ago, people were also fighting for various reasons, but the people at that time were too powerful, so powerful that they already had the power to destroy everything.

This is not a calculated result. They really destroyed everything, at least everything they had at that time.

Even themselves.

But they still wanted to live, to live forever, so they recorded their experiences, their thoughts, their wills, and even everything about them on something that would not be destroyed - perhaps at that time, they still felt that as time passed, when everything was over, they could come out again, stand on the earth again, and enjoy everything in the world again.

Unfortunately, the development of things was somewhat different from what they thought.

Even if only the will itself was left, they still fought each other. No one wanted to succumb to the will of others, and all wills were squeezing the existence space of other wills.

The endless fighting had gradually made them forget everything in the past. They had forgotten their original wishes and their own thoughts of wanting to get out.

The only thing left was the fighting itself.

"In other words, only when the last person is killed will someone want to leave..."

Thinking of this, Wenquxingjun raised his head again and looked into the hall.

Looking at the dark mass of Wenquxingjuns.

After realizing this, he no longer needed to fight against those powerful people. He only needed to find an opportunity to assimilate all the powerful people - of course, this was not an easy task, and a rash attack might cause a counterattack from these powerful people.

So at that time, he chose to die again and use more clones to paralyze these powerful people.

Until he filled in the last piece of the puzzle.

That is, the only outsider.

Yes, these so-called powerful people are just ignorant souls trapped in this world without life or death, but this person named Du Chengfeng is a fresh soul who came from nowhere - those strange knowledge, those weird ideas, and even the metal body that did not exist in the world shaped by his will, all show that the other party is indeed not a local.

"Although I don't know how he came... but it is obvious that his existence means new changes."

That is the outside of the domain, but it is not necessarily the outside of the domain mentioned by these powerful people. It may be a place outside this world, or in other words, the world where they originally lived.

How desirable.

That would probably be a world without fighting, which can be seen from this man named Du Chengfeng. Although this man named Du Chengfeng is indeed more capable of fighting, it is obvious that he is still very different from others - a soft temperament that does not kill if it is possible, and an unremitting pursuit of a peaceful life. This is not an idea that people in this world would have.

Only when you have seen such a day with your own eyes, or even experienced such a day in person, will you want to pursue it and want to return to such a life.

"But now, it's mine."

Speaking in this way, Wenquxingjun opened his arms to the other Wenquxingjuns.

The rest of the Wenqu Star Lords walked over, one after another, hugging each other and becoming one with each other. After all, they were already one, they were the same person, and it was natural for them to merge together again.

After completing everything, he held the last Wenqu Star Lord.

He pulled out a sharp blade from the body of Wenqu Star Lord.

The silver-white blade was a metal that did not belong to this world. Under the guidance of this blade, they, or he, would definitely walk out of this crazy world and go to the place that could truly be called paradise.

"After all, that is what all of us expect."

Thinking of this, Wenqu Star Lord swung the sharp blade at the void in front of him.

The sharp blade cut open the hole in front of him, and air poured in from the gap. Wenqu Star Lord almost smelled the sweet air that did not belong to this world.

But at this moment, the sharp blade that fell into his hand did not stop.

Instead, he twisted his wrist all the way back and cut his body neatly in half.